18/07/2025
A woman woke up with a pounding headache, her body feeling heavy and sluggish.
As she shifted slightly, she was shocked to find an undressed stranger lying next to her.
WTF?!
She jolted awake, freezing in place.
How did she ended up in a stranger's bed?!
Then, a terrifying realization hit herâshe was undressed TOO!
Just then, Alexander Leonhart stirred.
His dark eyes fluttering open and locking onto the womanâs.
âWow, last night was incredible. Want to keep going?â
Alex sat up casually, completely at ease, his flawless body on full display.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table and offered it to her.
âHere, drink this. You must be thirsty. We can pick up where we left off if youâre up for it.â
Unable to contain her fear and anger any longer, the womanâs hand moved on its own, slapping him hard across the face.
âWho are you? How did I end up here? What have you done to me?â
Alex blinked, his cheek stinging from the slap.
He looked at the woman in front of himâa mesmerizing beauty with silky hair and a body that radiated perfection.
Her face was a storm of anger and panic, but her very presence made his desire stir once again.
âYou!â Sophia Lancaster screamed in despair. âYou better tell me who you are!â
âCalm down!â Alex stared at her.
âYou ran to me and asked me to sleep with you. Donât you remember?â
âImpossible,â Sophia denied, shaking her head vehemently.
It was impossible that she would chase after a man, especially a stranger.
âYou must have done something to me!â
She felt the rough texture of the blanket against her bare skin.
Confusion and fear swirled in her mind as she looked around the room, her eyes darting frantically.
The manâs old military backpack and plain clothes caught her attentionânothing in this hotel room indicated wealth.
The smartphone on the nightstand was a cheap one with a cracked screen.
With one glance, Sophia realized the man she had slept with was far from wealthy, just an ordinary man who struggled daily to make ends meet.
"Watch your accusations," Alex said calmly.
"I'm a gentleman, and I would never force anyone. You were the one who came to me, hugged me, kissed me, and begged me to sleep with you."
âLiar!â
Sophiaâs eyes wide opened in agony.
âThis is my hotel room. You can check the CCTV if you wantâsee if you came here or if I kidnapped you.â
Sophia didnât believe a word the man was saying, but suddenly, a memory flashed before her eyes.
She was supposed to have a meeting with Calvin Lecter, the CEO of a rival company, to discuss the ongoing price war that was causing her business to suffer.
She had thought they were meeting to find a solution, but it turned out Calvin had nasty intentions from the start.
He had dragged her, hoping to take advantage of her.
She remembered managing to escape with the help of his bodyguard, but as she ran from them, she stumbled across a man opening a door.
Desperate, she had hoped to hide in his room for a while.
But the drag Calvin had given her was a potent aphrodisiac, which made her desires flare uncontrollably.
A sudden sharp headache hit Sophia as the memories flooded back.
"Oh no! How could this happen?"
"Do you remember now?" Alex smirked. "You were the one begging."
âShut up!â Sophiaâs face turned bright red with shame and fury.
Under the dragâs influence, everything had seemed to make sense at the time, but now, everything felt so wrong. âTSK!â
âListen, Iâm a gentleman,â Alex offered sincerely, trying to make amends. âI took your vurginity. Iâll marry you. How about that?â
Sophia scoffed, her disbelief mixing with disgust.
âYou want to marry me? Do you even know who I am?â
She was one of the top beauties in Vancouver, with a rising career as a young CEO.
Wealthy men were something sheâd never run out of, and yet here was this poor man, trying to use this situation to bind her with marriage.
He was clearly just another parasite, hoping to latch onto a wealthy woman like her and live off her success.
âWell, I just arrived in Vancouver this afternoon, so I donât know anyone here yet,â Alex said earnestly.
âBut I can assure you, you wonât need to worry about anything for the rest of your life if you marry me.â
Sophia scoffed again, her disdain clear.
âWith your old military backpack? And those scars on your body? I guess youâre some low-rank soldier, just returned from a warzone. Your one monthâs salary wouldnât even cover my expenses for a single day. And you dare ask to marry me?!â
Sophia was furious!
How shameless this man was!
âBelieve me,â Alex said, his voice low and firm, âIâm not what you think. Iâm more powerful than any man youâve ever met.â
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"You're truly unruly, uneducated, and nothing more than a frog in a well, thinking you're so great!â
Sophia scoffed with disdain.
âThat's why I despise talking to someone as lowly as you!"
Alex chuckled, âBelieve me, I am trying to be honest here.â
"You? A powerful man?" she sneered, glaring at him with utter disgust.
"You can't even begin to understand how powerful I am or the people I've encountered who are far more powerful than you. They could erase you with just a sneer."
Alex laughed.
"The powerful men you know might be the ones seeking my favor, pleading for me to marry their daughters just to stay in my good graces. Trust me, you're incredibly lucky to have crossed paths with me."
What a braggart!
Sophia rowed her eyes in disgust.
She wanted nothing more than to throw something at his smug face.
How shameless could he be, pretending to be so powerful when all he had was an old military backpack?
"You might pretend not to know me and try to bind me with marriage just to get my money," Sophia retorted.
"But I warn you, thatâs never going to happen. If my family finds out I slept with a poor man like you, youâll be erased from this world. So youâd better keep your mouth shut and forget everything that happened here."
"IâŠ"
"I donât want to hear another word from you. Now, get out of this room," she demanded, her eyes blazing with fury.
"ButâŠ"
Alex tried to protest.
This was his room.
âNOW!â
Yet, seeing the fury in Sophiaâs wide eyes, he chose not to argue.
He quietly put on his clothes, grabbed his old military backpack, and looked at Sophia one last time.
"IâŠ"
"Get out!" Sophiaâs yelled at the top of her lung.
"Alright."
In the elevator, Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He knew the woman was under the influence of a cruel aphrodisiac, one that would end her life if she didnât sleep with a man within the hour.
If there were any other way to save her, he would have done it already.
But that kind of sinister poison had no antidote.
"What the hel have I done? I came here to meet my fiancĂ©e, but before even meeting her, Iâve already slept with another woman. Maybe this is what they call a legendary bachelor party."
As Alex walked out from the elevator into the lobby, it was around five in the morning.
The hotel was quiet, with only a few people scattered around.
Yet, as he crossed the lobby, a group of men in blackâabout forty of themâsuddenly appeared, forming two lines and bowing deeply as he passed.
He glanced at them with little interest, his expression one of boredom as if this was something he was long tired of.
A middle-aged man stepped forward from the group, kneeling before him in a knight-like stance.
"I am Alfred Kingston, at your service, Young Master," the man declared with reverence.
Alex looked down at him. "Alfred, do you know why Iâm here in such simple clothes?"
"Young Master, please enlighten me," Alfred responded, his head still bowed.
"Iâm here incognito," Alex explained. "And all this unnecessary fussâare you trying to blow my cover so everyone knows who I truly am?"
"I apologize for my short-sightedness," Alfred quickly stood, turning to the men behind him.
With a swift gesture, he signaled for them to disperse, and the line of men quickly melted away, leaving the lobby empty once more.
"Tell me what youâre here for," Alex said as he walked toward a nearby sofa.
Alfred followed closely behind, like a faithful servant.
"Yes, Young Master," Alfred responded promptly.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small box.
Opening it, he revealed a black card with gold trim and a .235-carat diamond embedded in the center.
"This is the World First Royale Mastercard. With unlimited credit, just use it as you see fit."
Alfred humbly handed it to Alex.
"This card also comes with a dedicated 24/7 concierge service that is highly personalized for you alone.â
âYouâll have access to a team that can fulfill almost any request, whether itâs securing last-minute reservations at the finest restaurants, arranging private jet travel, or gaining entry to exclusive events.â
âIt connects you to the most secretive circlesâno one will ever say no to you."
Alex looked at the card without any interest.
Alfred continued.
"I also arranged for the newest Sport car Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a one-of-a-kind model equipped with the latest artificial intelligence technology and self-driving capabilities.â
âBut since you are here incognito, I guess you wonât like it, â so here is a villa in case you need to have a long stay."
Alfred explained with caution.
Alex nodded.
"Good to see you understood. Iâll keep the card for emergencies, but you can hold onto all the other gifts youâve prepared."
âNow, tell me what you want.â
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"Young Master, my only daughter was born sick, and now it's worse."
Alfred's eyes filled with sorrow, "She's in pain every day. I've seen every doctor, spent a fortune, tried everythingânothing helps. She's only getting worse. Please, help her. I'll do anything."
Alex gazed at him calmly.
"I'll meet your daughter tomorrow."
Alfred was stunned.
He hadnât expected His Highness would agree to lend a helping hand so easily.
He grabbed Alex's hand, bowed in gratitude.
"Thank you, my lord!"
He whispered, his words heavy with all he felt.
Previously, Alfred hadnât believed his luck when his leader mentioned Alex's visit to Vancouver.
Albert wasnât entirely sure who Alex was.
However, what he was certain was even his leader must kneel before Alex!
If Alexâs was displeased, millions of lives could vanish.
But if he was satisfied, even the dying could live!
As the head of the Kingswell organization in Vancouver, Albert had heard the rumors.
About a high-ranking figure known as "Godâs Hand," the disciple of the Immortal Sage.
Even the dying could be healed by his touch.
So he had done everything to ensure Alex would be satisfied.
"Young Master," Alfred asked, "I heard youâre on an important mission. Tell me how I can assist. In Vancouver, nothing is beyond your reach. If you command right, even the government won't go left."
âI do indeed need your help,â Alex said.
He had three critical tasks ahead.
"Find someone for me.â
"I donât have a name, just a nickname. They call him âJo.â No picture either."
When he was younger, he had ended up on the streets in Vancouver, only to flee from danger.
The one with the nickname âJoâ was the person who had helped him out.
He needed to find him, and to repay the kindness he had received.
"Your wish is my command," Alfred obediently bowed.
âIs that all?â
Alex nodded.
He had two other tasks here: one was to meet his fiancée, and the other was to uncover his origin.
However, for the former, there was no need for Albert's involvement.
Regarding the latter, it could only be addressed after finding Jo.
âYoung Master,â Albert began cautiously, âwhen a high-ranking Kingswell member visits, Iâm supposed to organize a banquet, invite the city's elite, top businessmen, top actresses, politicians, and I have preparedâŠâ
He watched Alex's face as he explained.
But when he noticed a slight furrow in Alexâs brow, he quickly adjusted.
âBut since you're incognito, youâd prefer to skip the banquet, correct?â
Alex nodded with a smile.
âIâll cancel it immediately, then,â Alfred responded immediately
âAlways remember, no need for such a fuss,â Alex command.
Alfred bowed in acknowledgement.
He clearly understood why Alex needed to keep a low profile.
Alex was a man with the title of "Godâs Hand."
Of the thousand patients he had ever touched, none remained uncured.
He was also the direct disciple of the Immortal Sage, who was said to be able to bring the dead back to life in the blink of an eye!
If Alex revealed his identity, people around the world would surround him and not give him any peace.
Parting with Alfred, Alex stepped out and called a taxi, giving him an address.
His had to meet with his fiancée.
His master said that woman was his fate, written in the Akashic Record, and she was also the key for Alex in finding his mother in the future.
An hour later, Alex arrived on West 4th Avenue in West Vancouver, an affluent neighborhood with ocean views, mountain backdrops, and multi-million-dollar estates.
As he reached for the gateâs bell, a luxury car pulled up.
The driver stepped out, and their eyes locked.
Both, surprised, spoke at once, "You!"
âWhat are you doing here?â they both exclaimed, overlapping.
Sophiaâs eyes narrowed.
âDonât tell me youâre stalking me now.â
Alex raised an eyebrow. âStalking you? I have better things to do.â
âOf course,â Sophia shot back, arms crossed.
âI suppose youâre here to beg for money. Shouldâve known youâd stoop that low.â
âMoney? I donât need your charity,â Alex retorted.
âIâm here for something more important.â
Sophia didnât believe a single word of Alexâs.
Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
âAnother scheme? Trying to marry into wealth, maybe?â
âYou think Iâm after your money?â Alex replied coldly. âYouâre completely wrong, then. I want nothing from you.â
âGood!â Sophia snapped, her anger rising.
âBecause I have nothing to give, especially not to you.â
Alex frowned.
If it wasnât because of his help, she would have been abjused by who knew whom, or even worse, died beneath a random basturd's groin.
Sophia glared at him one last time before turning on her heel and driving through the automatic iron gate, leaving Alex alone on the pavement.
He checked the address in his hand.
This was indeed his fiancĂ©eâs house, arranged by his master, the Immortal Sage.
He had no choice but to move forward and meet his fiancée.
Whether that woman was truly her or not remained unclear.
The mansion loomed before him, grand and imposing.
His fiancĂ©e could be anyoneâmaybe even that womanâs sister.
Thinking of how he may have slept with his fiancĂ©e's sister, Alex mused with a bitter smile, âYeah, everything just keeps getting better.â
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As Alex approached the house entrance, Sophia noticed that Alex was behind her.
"Havenât you had enough?"
"Believe me," Alex replied, "running into you is the last thing I wanted today."
Sophia stepped out, blocking his path.
"So, what is it then? Are you here to remind me of the biggest mistake of my life?"
"Mistake?" Alexâs tone grew colder.
"I could say the same. You think I enjoyed waking up and realizing Iâd wasted my time with someone so shallow?"
"Shallow?" Sophiaâs eyes flashed with anger.
"Youâre just bitter because you know Iâm right. Youâre nothing but a loser, a gold-digger."
Alex laughed, shaking his head.
"Youâre delusional. I donât need anything from you, least of your money."
Sophia stepped even closer, her finger jabbing the air between them.
"Then what do you want? To ruin my life even more?"
"No, Iâm not here to ruin anything." Alex locked his eyes with hers. "Iâm meeting my fiancĂ©e."
"Your fiancée? You have a fiancée?" Sophia shocked.
"Iâm here to meet someone named Sophia Lancaster at this address," Alexâs patience wearing thin.
"Iâm not looking for you. So, if you can help me out, call her, and Iâll leave as soon as possible."
WTF?!
Sophia paused, her expression shifting from shock to realization.
"Wait... you're here for that Sophia Lancaster?"
Alex coldly replied.
"Yes! Can you please just get her? I don't have time for games."
Sophia bit her lip, trying to mask the confusion swirling inside her.
"Thereâs no need to call anyone. Iâm... Iâm Sophia Lancaster."
They stood there, staring at each other in stunned silence.
Just then, a voice called out from inside the mansion.
"Alexander Leonhart!"
An old man stepped out, his face lighting up with a wide smile.
"Master told me you would come today! What are you doing out there?"
"Grandfather," Sophia called.
The old man, Abraham Lancaster, turned towards them, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
He looked between them, his smile growing even wider as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"So, you've met Alex, your fiancĂ©. Itâs great to know you both know each other."
Sophia quickly interjected, "We are notâ"
"Call your parents, Sophia," Abraham said, cutting her off.
"Gather everyone in the Great Hall. I have an announcement. You both are going to get married today."
Sophia stood, shocked.
"Finally, my long-held wish can be fulfilled today," Abrahamâs voice trembled with happiness.
He walked over to Alex, his hand reaching out to grasp Alexâs.
"Come, letâs go to the Great Hall. Youâll meet your in-laws."
Sophia watched them walk away, disbelief and anger surging through her.
She had lost her vurginity to that man, and now she was supposed to lose her future too.
"This can't be happening!"
She had dreamed of an extraordinary fiancé, someone worthy, someone heroic, not any rubbish!
Instead, she was now being handed to a man she could have picked off the street.
As CEO of Lancaster Group, known for her beauty and bright future, how could she marry such a man?
What would people think?
"No," she decided. "I'll stop this marriage, no matter the cost."
***
In the Great Hall, Abraham guided Alex to an honored seat.
"How is Master?"
"Still healthy after a hundred years," Alex replied.
"Youâre young, successful, and humble. Iâm fortunate to have a grandson-in-law like you. Sophia is a good person; please give her a chance to get to know you better."
Alex nodded politely, but he doubt the possibility.
Sophia didnât look like she wanted the chance.
"Wonderful, wonderfâ" Abraham laugh joyfully.
However, just then, an angry voice cut in.
"Are you insane?! Sophia cannot marry him!"
Lady Lancaster, Abraham's wife, angrily stormed into the Great Hall.
She was flanked by their two sons and two daughters-in-law, with Sophia trailing behind them.
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"Old man, how can you marry off Sophia, our greatest beauty, to that poor man? Is your brain rotten or what?"
Her anger grew.
"My beautiful granddaughter can never marry a lowlife. She will marry Chris Roland! Heâs wealthy and powerful, and can secure our family's future."
"Chris Roland?" Abraham frowned.
That hypocritical pl***oy?
"Donât you know Jerry Roland?" Lady Lancaster snapped.
"He works for Alfred Kingston, who practically owns Vancouver. Chris is his only son. Marrying him ties our family to the Kingstons!"
Sophiaâs parents also looked at Alex, and a dissatisfied frown crept onto their faces.
Alex wore a simple shirt typically seen on people of the lower-middle class, cheap and old shoes sold on the street, nothing about him screamed wealth.
If Chris Roland was the young rich man with a company, this man was probably Chrisâs cleaning service, paid with the lowest salary.
Thinking their daughter would marry this loser already made their anger rise to the peak.
âNo way,â Florence Lancaster, Sophia's mother, whispered. âI will never agree. What will my friends say about my son-in-law? This man will drag my name into the mud!"
"Father," Justin Lancaster, Sophia's father, spoke. "Mother is right; how about we let Sophia decide her own future?"
"Grandfather, I donât want to marry yet," Sophia hurriedly added.
Abraham shook his head.
"Iâm not dead yetâso what is decided is decide."
"Abraham!"
Lady Lancaster's desperation turned to anger.
"Imagine the Lancaster family with Kingston ties! Even after youâre gone, our family would thrive! Donât you care about your descendants? How can you ruin the Lancaster name for that loser!"
âSophia will never marry him!" Lady Lancaster insisted. "This is all for Lancaster's future!"
"You know nothing, Amelia!"
Abraham looked at his wife and everyone, âAlex is the man I chose, you better keep your mouth shut and your comments to yourself until you know him.â
âI donât agree!â Amelia yelled out her decision.
There was Chris Roland, a wealthy and promising young man, who could bring the Lancaster Family unimaginable glory and endless fortune ..... yet her husband ignored Chris and chose to treat a piece of junk like a treasure!
He must be too old and out of his mind!
âAmelia, do you want me to sign divorce papers for you at our old age?â
Lady Lancaster's face turned pale.
âAll of you, I am still the head of Lancaster,â Abraham commanded.
âSophia, you will marry Alex today. Youâll be grateful for my decision one day!â
From his tone, all of them knew there was no point in arguing anymore.
Even Sophia accepted her fate and sighed.
They all knew Abraham Lancaster could sometimes be harsh and would not tolerate any disrespect.
In about an hour and a half, in a very awkward situation, Sophia and Alex successfully signed all the paperwork and obtained their marriage certificates from the government marriage agency.
Only Abraham showed a big smile when looking at the certificate.
The great Alexander Leonhart finally became his grandson.
He would brag to the Kingswellâ people he knew, sure that many would be green with envy.
Meanwhile, Sophia was still disappointed as she married a worthless man.
âHe can have the marriage certificate but not me!â Sophia inwardly screamed.
But thinking that loser already got his body, Sophia quickly added, âHe will never get my heart and my money.â
âSophia,â Abraham turned to her. âHelp him blend in with Vancouver life, show him the many places you used to hang out with your friends.â
The first thing on Sophia's mind when making the marriage certificate was to keep everything secret, yet her grandfather wanted her to show him off?
A mischievous plan suddenly formed in her mind.
âYes, Grandfather. I will HELP HIM BLEND IN.â
She would let Alex see how he was not worthy of her and let go of her.
Alex sighed.
He didnât like to force anyone, but somehow his mother's fate was likely in this woman's hands, so he had to follow through.
"Cheer up a bit, will ya? Itâs not the end of the world!"
Sophia scowled at him, "Marrying you, the biggest braggart in the world, is already the end of the world for me!"
"Honestly, I am not a braggâ"
"Yes, you are! And you are a loser, jobless and worthless!"
"No, I am not," Alex corrected her.
âI do have a job, I am a doctor, with the title of Godâs Hand.â
"Oh, keep bragging! You really have no shame." Sophia scolded.
"Listen, I am doing my grandfatherâs wish to take you around, but thatâs all. This marriage will not work out even in a thousand years. So, stop daydreaming!â
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Alex shook his head and chuckled.
He knew Sophia despised him.
"Sophia, let me show yâ"
He wanted to let Sophia see the real him a bit, but she turned her back to him and walked to the parking lot.
A white four-seat Porsche Panamera pulled up and stopped in front of them.
A stunning young woman stepped out of the car with effortless grace, her elegant dress and sparkling jewelry enhancing her high-fashion allure.
"Sophia," she hugged Sophia.
"Lyra, thanks for coming," Sophia replied joyfully.
"I came as soon as I could when I got your text."
Lyra smiled while eyeing Alex from head to toe and shook her head.
Not a single item of value detected from head to toe.
Apart from being a bit handsome and having a somewhat fitting body, this man was totally worthless.
When Sophia texted her and told her that she was forced to marry a loser and needed a helping hand, she had thought Sophia was exaggerating.
But seeing Alex in person made her realize how unlucky Sophia was.
Most of Sophia's suitors usually carried around $250,000 on their bodies.
However, this man here only carried $25 at most.
âAlex, this is Lyra, my best friend.â Sophia suppressed her dislike and tried to sound polite.
"Nice to meet you, Lyra," Alex said, extending his hand to Lyra out of politeness.
However, Lyra retreated, with obvious disgust in her eyes.
âYou know what? Riffraff should know their place.â
She ignored Alex's hand and wrapped her hands around Sophia instead.
Alex chuckled coldly and dropped his hand.
âCome on, we are already late for Chris Rolandâs event at the Noble Knight Club,â Lyra smiled mischievously.
Almost everybody in Vancouver knew Chris Roland was one of Sophiaâs most devoted suitors.
Lyra had always believed Chris would marry Sophia.
Chrisâs father worked for Alfred Kingston, while Chris was the CEO of Biohealth Solution, a company that supported Alfred Kingston's business.
Apart from the giant tier, Kingston, there were four lower tiers in Vancouver's wealth and richest realm.
Chrisâs family could be called third-tier wealth, a level higher than Lancaster wealth.
Thus, from Lyraâs point of view, Chris and Sophia were the perfect match.
"Of course," Sophia happily replied. "Alex, you should come with us."
"Sure," Alex raised his brows.
Maybe Sophia, was still listening to her grandfather's wish to take him around.
Meanwhile, Lyra sneered to herself.
She had already warned Chris Roland in advance.
Chris was livid and eager to teach Alex a lesson that would leave him reflecting deeply in a hospital bed.
She would let Alex know he was a frog in the well, really not fitting the rich life and not fit into Sophiaâs lifestyle.
"Let us go then."
They entered Lyraâs car, and she took them to the Noble Knight Club.
It was one of the most exclusive martial arts clubs in the city for nobles and rich people only.
No middle class could enter because of the price.
Even the lowest tier of the rich in Vancouver still thought this club was too expensive.
If the lowest class came, they would be shocked to see how members could spend one year of their salary in one day only.
When they arrived, Alex realized it was a martial arts and war machine club.
Nowadays, martial arts were popular, especially swordsmanship, and most people knew some skills, more or less.
"I canât wait to see Chris during his match," Lyra yelled and quickly dragged Sophia toward the entrance of the club, leaving Alex behind.
The automatic glass opened as it ran facial recognition for the members and the outside guard gave them a respectful bow.
As Alex approached the entrance, the glass door shut right in front of his face.
The guard sneered at him, "Drivers or servants aren't allowed in. Move along."
Lyra smirked as she pulled Sophia away.
"Let him learn his place; heâll never be where we are."
âWho told you I am a driver or a servant? I want to enter.â Alex said calmly.
âThen become a member,â the guard yawned.
âYou think any Tom and lowlife like you can just walk in here? Leave now, or youâll regret it."
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Alex took out his smartphone and pressed the fast call number 9.
âGood day, Mr. Leonhart. I am Julia, your First Royal Mastercard personal concierge. How may I assist you?â
âDo you know where I am right now?â
âYes, your card has GPS. You are at Vancouverâs Noble Knight Club.â
âI want to become a member.â
âWe are processing that now. You can use your Mastercard as the membership card,â Julia replied.
The glass door suddenly opened.
âYour membership has been approved. Do you need anything else, sir?â
âNo, thank you.â
Alex put his smartphone in his pocket and walked into the club.
The guard hurriedly blocked his path.
âI think the system made an error. You cannot enter.â
âI am a member here,â Alex explained. âWhy do you think the system let me in?â
The guard was confused but asked again, âDo you have a membership card? I want to check it. If you donât have one, please leave.â
Alex took out his First Royal Mastercard.
The guard had never seen this kind of card before.
âSir, I donât think this is a membership card. You cannot enter.â
âJust scan it, or should I call your manager?â
The guard had a bad feeling since the card seemed so luxurious.
He was hesitant, not knowing what might happen, but when the manager came, it could turn bad.
He chose to scan the card.
The scanner beeped and displayed the member's identity.
The guard was shocked.
He read the identity, and his face turned pale.
Without hesitation, he quickly knelt.
âI am really sorry for not recognizing such a top member. Please forgive me.â
The guard was paralyzed with fear; he had just mocked the top member.
He might get fired, and his family of five would suffer.
âYou saw nothing, understood?â Alex said.
âYes, sir, I saw nothing.â
âTell me, where did the two girls go?â
***
Sophia and Lyra were warmly welcomed as they entered the clubâs main hall.
They exchanged pleasantries until Lyra noticed the frightened guard guiding Alex into the hall.
âDam,â Lyra whispered to Sophia, âIt seems like the guard wants to get in our good graces by letting him in. Shall I call the manager to chase him out?â
âLet him be,â Sophia replied.
âYouâre right, Chris will take care of him later,â Lyra said, and they pretended not to know Alex.
"Look! Chris has started his world rank competition online!"
Alex could see what seemed like a real virtual hologram: a man with a sword fighting a man with a spear.
The swordsman in the ring struck his opponent skillfully.
In just four movements, the spearman was cut in two, and the hologram destroyed.
âChris wins the 1,467th Rank!â
The whole hall applauded.
âHe is the best in Vancouver, pushing the 1,500 rank.â
âNo one in Vancouver could pass this rank.â
âYeah, from 10 billion people, he ranks more than 1,500.â
âHe is rich, strong, and handsome. Whoever marries him will be very happy!â
âYeah, who wouldnât be crazy about him?â
Sophia also felt happy for Chris.
Chris walked from a room with a special combat suit that could connect him to any opponent around the world.
He spotted Sophia and approached her with a smile.
"Sophia, Lyra, Iâm glad youâre here."
Just then, Chrisâs eyes fell on Alex.
"So that is the scum?"
âYeah, the riffraff I told you about, Alex." Lyra sneered.
A muscle ticked in Chrisâs jaw as he stared coldly at Alex.
How did this loser dare marry his sweetheart?
"I see, so youâre the leech. Divorce Sophia now while I am being kind to you."
âWhy?â Alex coldly asked.
âIsnât it obvious or are you too stupid to realize? You donât deserve her!â
âWell, my opinion is just the opposite. I believe that, in every way, I am deserving of her.â
Sophiaâs eyes widened at Alexâs shameless remark.
âHow naive! You donât have any wealth that makes you fit for her.â Chris sneered.
âBelieve me, you are poorer than me by at least a thousand times in terms of wealth.â
Chris frowned and eyed Alex disdainfully.
Indeed, this was an ignorant fool with no shame.
"You know what, if youâre a man, join me for a bout."
Alex shook his head.
"I donât play with children. People will say Iâm a bully."
"BOO! Shame on you!"
Some of Chrisâs fans were angry.
âThis coward doesnât dare!â
"If youâre scared, just say it."
"Yeah, there is no need to deny it! Dam basturd."
"You are scared, arenât you?" Chris mocked.
âScared? Of you?â Alex laughed. âSo cute of you.â
Chrisâs eyes turned red with fury.
âA man can be destroyed but not insulted. If you dare, prove it then! Letâs fight there.â
âIf you lose, I want you to divorce Sophia right now.â Chris added, revealing his final aim.
âWhat if I win?â Alex asked.
âYou win?â Chris sneered disdainfully.
How could that be possible? He never considered that.
No one in Vancouver could beat him in virtual combat.
Meanwhile, a round of laughter erupted in the club.
"Oh my goodness! What shameless boasting and audacity!"
âChris, teach that village boy some manners.â
âWhat do you want?â Chris scoffed.
âDo you have a house in Vancouver? Put the biggest one up.â
Alex looked at him expressionlessly and added, âSince youâre so eager to embarrass yourself, Iâll let you have your way.â
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